Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans,
You see, the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] a kick in the snare
my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
That boy's not bad, enh, it's no biggy
the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them bitches blue that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry
All my shows got one black in it like Larry
And I'm that
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that diamonds on neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some just like a taco
So your goggles, nigga
Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, all of that
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting ya
Ain't bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
boy you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when done
My homie's license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and
You the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer wheel
You to smoke that kil'
who am I?